Labor, If It Were Not Necessary For

My Diseases Are An Asthma And A Dropsy And, What Is Less Curable, Seventy-five.

Much Is Due To Those Who First Broke The Way To Knowledge, And Left Only To Their Successors The Task Of Smoothing It.

The First Years Of Man Must Make Provision For The Last.

The Imaginations Excited By The View Of An Unknown And Untravelled Wilderness Are Not Such As Arise In The Artificial Solitude Of Parks And Gardens... The Phantoms Which Haunt A Desert Are Want, And Misery, And Danger; The Evils Of Dereliction Rush Upon The Thoughts; Man Is Made Unwillingly Acquainted With His Own Weakness, And Meditation Shows Him Only How Little He Can Sustain, And How Little He Can Perform.

That Fellow Seems To Me To Possess But One Idea, And That Is A Wrong One.